Sienna Asma

Sickeningly Beautiful

Sienna

"Wake up," a familiar yet... unknown voice coos.

I blink quickly to readjust to the darkness. I am lying on top of Dom while Theo and Cole cuddle Dean. Our sleeping arrangements change every night and tomorrow I'm going to demand to Big Spoon someone. But there's more pressing matters. Like the familiar presence in the back of my mind that I'd thought I was finally rid of.

Asma?

"No. The boogie man."

I jump as a voice answers me. It's snarky, full of sarcasm, and mine. It sounds exactly as I do when I talk.

"Who's there?" I ask aloud looking around. I don't see anyone, but there's obviously someone here.

"We just went over this. I'm Asma."

The world blurs as I fall into my own conscious. I blink again to see that I'm in my room, but I'm standing. My guys still sleep soundly and all looks normal. Except, there's someone new here.

I turn to the woman. Her gold eyes shine brightly and her hair is a bright blonde. I can see small indentations on her cheeks and she has bushy blonde brows. She looks exactly like me.

"Hey, Sienna," she drawls. Her curly, blonde hair falls around her face, just like my chocolate one does.

"Asma," I respond, my stomach dropping. I've never spoken to Asma like this. It seems like she has her own will and conscious.

"I do."

Great she can read my mind too.

"Yep. Every thought of yours is projected to me. I have to say, your dreams are quite vivid and erotic."

My face morphs into confusion. I don't remember any erotic dreams that I've had. But the smile on her face shows she enjoyed them. Jealousy sparks, which is ridiculous. I don't even know what she is.

"I'm a Soldier, Sienna. Just like I've always been. Things are different, but we've always been special. Us dying combined us and now," she smiles slow and evilly, "we're gonna be the best of friends."

I stare at her in shock. We're combined? She's living in my head, well she's been in my head, but now she can talk. "What does this mean? Does this mean I can still be controlled? Does this mean I still have to kill?" My voice becomes increasingly urgent.

She rolls her eyes and steps closer. Her presence makes me uneasy and I step back.

"One, you didn't kill anyone. Watching you be suicidal for things that you didn't even do was absolutely exhausting." She lets out an exaggerated sigh.

"Second, I'm in control. No one can control me and we are free from Commanders. Third, this doesn't have to mean anything. I am perfectly fine watching you make dumb decisions. It's like my own show, except I can interact with you."

She takes another step and this time I don't move back. I feel as though she's lying. No one could possibly be content with sitting back until they die.

"However, I am not fine with us dying anytime soon. I wanted to kill you for killing Master Varrien."

I raise a brow at her contradicting statement. If I die, then she dies. How could she have killed me?

She couldn't have.

"I have no intentions of dying anytime soon," I assure her.

She laughs mockingly and steps back. "You may not have any intentions and we may be free from Commands, but that doesn't mean we are safe. And with you ready to sacrifice yourself at every turn, I'd give us a month tops."

"What do you mean we're not safe?" I ask in a hurry and she shrugs.

'I'll always be a Soldier. Soldiers are meant to serve."

With that ominous sentence, Asma let's go of her hold on me and I'm returned back to reality. I'm lying down on Dom like I'd never moved. I suppose I didn't. My eyes check the room for the woman and see that nothing has changed.

I cling onto Dom with a death grip making him blink his eyes open sleepily. "Princess?" he questions groggily.

"Shh, go back to sleep." I peck him on his lips and watch as he smiles slowly.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I mutter and he stares expectantly. "Nothing, Dom."

I remember how happy my guys were when I told them about Asma being gone. They'd be devastated if they know she is still here. And besides, she said she's content to stay hidden and it'll be like she doesn't even exist.

"But, I do."

I ignore her and try to give Dom my best reassuring smile. "I love you, my prince."

"I love you too, Princess, but that isn't gonna get you out of this." Dom sits up with a grunt while keeping me in his arms. I readjust so my legs are wrapped around his waist.

He gets out of the bed and walks to the door making me frown at him. "Where are we going?"

"We need to talk."

My stomach drops for the tenth time tonight. Those words, those dreaded, ominous words, make me sick. No one ever, ever wants to hear that. "Okay."

Dom sits on the couch and when I try to move from his lap, he tightens his hold on my hips.

That has to be a good thing, right?

"I'd say so."

I roll my eyes at the unnecessary commentary which makes Dom frown.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He rubs my back and affection rolls through me.

"I haven't talked to you. How are you, babe? With me being back and all." I watch his face closely.

I've noticed that Dom's face is more closed off. He always looks like he feels nothing. No, not nothing. Sadness. Theo looked like he felt nothing. But Dom looks as though he's drowning in sadness. He looks like he could burst into tears into at any moment.

That's why I'm not surprised when he does.

"I don't know, Sienna," he sobs. "You dying hurt so damn much. I missed you so much. I just wanted you back. I wanted you in my arms and you're here now. You're here and I want to love you so hard that you'll never for a moment forget how much I love you. I want you to never have to put yourself in danger again."

"That's gonna be hard."

I ignore the negative voice and listen to Dom.

"I want us to be so happy but I'm scared. You dying destroyed me. I only survived because I had the guys. What if one of them die, Sienna? The possibilities of them coming back are lower than yours. And I thought yours was zero. What am I gonna do?" He stares waiting for me to say something. I don't know what to say. With Asma suggesting that my life is still in danger, I'm not sure I can reassure that I won't leave them.

"I don't know, Dom. All we can do is love each other and try to save each other. If anything happens to any of us, we need to lean on and love each other. That's what I love about our relationship. That's what made me die peacefully. Because I knew each of you have three other people who love you just as much as I do."

His head goes to my neck as he empty his eyes on my shoulder. He clings to me tight as though I'll disappear.

"Dom," I pull back and frame his face. "I never left you guys. You guys say that I left but I didn't. I was here Dom. And I'll always be here. I promise you." I kiss him softly but passionately. He responds with just as much affection making me cry.

He's the one who pulls back and he wipes my face. "No one should be this beautiful crying."

I laugh softly at his compliment. "I think your tears are sexy."

It's his turn to laugh and he pecks me. "I do make tears look good."

I nod my head and kiss him, smiling against his lips. "Love you, Dom, forever and always."

"Forever and always," he says kissing me on the forehead.

"This is sickeningly beautiful."